Camie

Camie marvels up at the Christmas decorations in the mall. When Tenya first mentioned his family had a winter home in Sapporo, she knew she had to visit. Not for the snowboarding or anything like that, but for the shopping.

"Alright, so meet back here by five?" Denki asks, nibbling on a pretzel.

Shouto nods. "Sounds like a plan."

"Got it." Mina chirps.

The rest of them make little noises of agreement. They were all about to go their separate ways when Camie suddenly remembers they never actually drew names for the gift exchange.

"Hold up!" she cries before they all leave. "We have to do secret Santa."

Tenya cuts the air frantically. "Everyone remember the five-thousand yen price limit!"

"Can I borrow this?" Camie asks, swiping the napkin from Denki's hands.

"Sure?" he says around his pretzel.

Camie plucks a pen out of Tenya's shirt pocket and clicks it as she sits down on a bench. She's already taken the liberty of introducing herself and following them all on social media. Even though they'd just met, she's confident she'd know just what to get whoever she ends up with.

"Okay," she says, scribbling each of their names down in big, bubbly letters. After she's written all twelve names, she tears them into neat little squares.

"Your handwriting's trash." Bakugou mentions.

"Your name's trash." she responds, folding the squares in fourths and then shaking them into her palms. "Alright, ready."

They all draw from her hands and keep their papers close to their chests. Kyouka keeps trying to peek who Denki got, so he pops it in his mouth and swallows it down.

"You're so gross." she tells him before walking off with Momo.

The rest of them shuffle out one by one. Camie blinks over when she sees Bakugou is the only one still here.

"Who'd you get?" she asks.

"None of your business." he snaps, burning the scrap with his fingertips.

"Come on," she pokes his cheek, "Tell me."

"No."

She grins. "Bet it's me."

"Nope."

"Ugh, fine," she grips onto his arm. "I got Tenya so come help me find a gift for him."

He scowls but doesn't resist as she starts hauling him off with her. "Whatever."

He stops dragging his feet when she guides them to the nearest lingerie boutique.

"You're getting him a bra?" he asks, looking around the store with an angry little blush on his face.

She rolls her eyes and considers the set of lingerie on the mannequin. "No, silly," she mumbles, looking for her size.

"Then what's his present?"

She smiles to herself. "This pussy's his present."

Bakugou starts gagging in the middle of the store like he's ten years old. She rolls her eyes while she selects the same teddy in a few different colors.

"What, you weirdo?" she snorts, shoving more racks of clothes in his arms.

"Nothing," he grunts. "Just the idea of you getting it on with Four-eyes is beyond sickening."

Something she's noticed is that nearly all of them seem uncomfortable with intimacy. She'd honestly thought they'd be all over each other during this getaway. Maybe it's the strict regimen of Shiketsu that makes its alum so inclined leap at any opportunity for romance. But UA clearly didn't have the same restrictions, because none of them are even kissing. Not publicly, at least. "Tenya's actually—"

"I didn't ask!" he shouts, startling the customers nearby. The security guard turns to glance at them.

Camie giggles at the guard and waves him off.

"You really oughta control yourself." she tells him under her breath, "Like, hello? We're in public, you know?"

"You're the one that needs to control herself." he scoffs, "Buying yourself some underwear and acting like it's a gift for him."

"It is for him," she insists, leaning down to pick a few pairs of panties.

He rolls his eyes. "It's the thot that counts, right?"

The wordplay doesn't go over her head. She pouts at the lace in her hands and puts them over his shoulders. Then she piles a couple of bras over him and walks them to the back despite his adamant protesting.

"Can he come in with me?" she asks the girl working the fitting rooms.

Bakugou chokes. "No!"

The attendant shrugs and goes back to looking at her phone.

"I said—" he barks, but Camie claps a hand over his mouth and shoves him into the nearest empty stall.

Bakugou throws her clothes on the floor and sits down on the bench and presses his hands over his eyes.

Camie shakes her head as she unbuttons her pants. He needs to stop being so immature.

"Come on!" she mutters, taking her baby blue puffer jacket off. "You're like the brother I never had."

He digs his face further into his palms. "Guess that makes you the sister I never wanted."

She throws her turtleneck over his head, prompting him to scream into his hands.

She's going to try the pieces on over her underwear, so he can stop being so squeamish. Camie picks up the black teddy and puts it on.

"Okay." she gives herself another once over in the mirror. Her own red panties are kinda messing with the appearance, but she thinks it looks alright. "What do you think?"

Bakugou groans.

"Open your eyes! It's not like I'm naked."

He peeks up at her through the slit of his fingers. "Ew."

"I look ew?"

He buries his face back in his hands.

"No."

"How do I look?"

"Not terrible."

She shrugs her shoulders, she'll take not terrible over ew. "Yeah? Think he'd like it?" she murmurs, adjusting the left shoulder strap until her cleavage looks better. Bakugou sighs as he removes his hands from his face.

"I think," he rubs the bridge of his ruddy nose. "There's something wrong with him if he doesn't."

Camie smiles at him and turns around. "Aw, Bakugou!"

He tears his eyes away and growls. "Shut up."

She goes back to admiring herself. "Do you like black?"

"Objectively?"

She rolls her eyes. "Just say yes."

"No."

"They have it in red. Should I try it on?"

"If you want."

"Wow! I am so totally glad I brought you in with me." she beams, tousling her hair and inspecting it's reflection. Her roots are growing in. "Don't know what I'd do without you, bro."

"Can I go now?"

"Come on!" she groans. "Didn't you intern with that Jeans guy? You should have better opinions than not terrible."

"Camie," he scrubs his face until it's red from the friction. "I can't do stuff like this."

"Why?" she smirks, "You boo'd up?"

The vein that always pops up whenever Inasa and Shouto flirt starts pulsing along with his elevated blood pressure. His glare could burn a hole through the mirror. Camie turns around to meet his gaze.

He keeps up the scowl until a muscle in his jaw twitches and his shoulders deflate. He looks back down at the floor and kicks the white teddy over to her.

"This might be better for Christmas." he mutters.

Camie hums as she picks it up and holds it over her body. He's still humiliated, but he doesn't seem angry anymore, just kinda sad. She won't bring it up again.

"I don't get it," he grumbles at the corner on the room. "What's the big deal? Aren't you two already fucking?"

She eyes him from the mirror. Tenya is entirely too shy to bring her into his parents room on the third floor, and her roommate Mina's kinda nosy. Not that Camie ever minded sharing, but she knows how much Iida values his privacy so she tries not to disclose too many details. Basically, they haven't actually had sex yet.

"I wish. We do some stuff but we barely have any alone time. Maybe on Christmas that Midoriya kid can sleep on the couch and we can push the beds together so I can finally get piped."

He seems to stiffen at the mention of that boy's name, so she tries to change the subject. "By the way, did you happen to bring any condoms with you?"

"Is that any of your business?" he snaps. "We didn't all come here just to fuck each other's brains out."

She blinks. "Doubt."

He growls, then reaches into his pocket to pull his wallet out. The condom shakes in his hand before he smacks the cold foil onto her belly.

"Here. Merry fucking Christmas." he barks before storming out of the fitting room.

Camie pouts at the empty bench as she gets herself dressed. She picks each of her garments back up and hands them all to the attendant. While she's paying for the white teddy, she tucks the condom into her clutch and texts Tenya to meet her by the fountain.

"Have you found something for the gift exchange?" he asks, nodding over at the pink and white tissue paper of her bag.

She presses her lips together to mask her smile. "Yeah, I got one of the girls."

He nods as he sits down beside her. "Camie," he takes his glasses off to clean them, "I couldn't help but notice you were speaking with Bakugou."

She's momentarily hypnotized by how long his eyelashes are. She should bring him back to the fitting room and fuck him there.

"Oh, yeah, he gave me something,"

"Hm?"

She reaches into her bag and reveals the condom between her fingers like a playing card.

Tenya's eyes nearly bulge out of his head. "P-put that away!"

She climbs into his lap and pushes his hair back. "Where do you want me to put it?"

"Camie," he sighs, grabbing hold of both of her hands. "What did Bakugou tell you?

She tilts her head. "Nothing. Why?"

"He said some unsavory things to Midoriya on our first night here. I'd have thought they'd reconcile by now."

"Guess not."

Tenya puts the condom in his pocket and tucks a strand of her hair back. "How is he?"

"Pretty good," she says absently, still staring at his handsome face.

"Is he still upset?"

She rolls her eyes, "I mean, isn't he kinda always upset?"

He pushes his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Yes, I suppose he is."

Camie leans in to kiss him the same time that Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari show up. Tenya gently nudges her off so he can rise and formally greet them. In a matter of seconds, the rest of the group files in.

She checks her phone in disbelief. "Is it really five already?"

"Where's Uraraka?" Tenya asks suddenly.

"I think she's with Midoriya and Tsu," Kaminari answers, and Kirishima frowns slightly, and Bakugou scowls at the floor with the same intensity as before.